Pam sat on the steps leading up to the door to the first floor of the flat where Eric told her to meet him. Last night seemed so far away, but it had been real. Tara's body laying flat and barely living was a testament to how real last night had been. She went through the details in her mind. A night, a date that had started off horribly only to end as horribly hadn't been the worst of their problems.
She'd never considered Godric's Journal as anything more than the musings of a troubled mind. Godric had always been too quiet for her, but in reverence to her maker she respected his idiosyncrasies.
"You look troubled."
"Mmmhmm...," Pam didn't have words to detail how troubled she was.
"I suppose being a first time bride does that to you," a thin line of amusement curved his lips upward.
His progeny's eyes darkened.
He joined her on the step, "admit it you like her."
"Why do I have to admit something that's obvious?" she eyed him evilly.
"It might feel good to get those feelings off your chest."
"I hate feelings," she groaned.
"But they look good on you," he complimented easily.
"They're fine where they are," she answered stubbornly.
"Pamela."
"I don't understand," she leaned her head back on the wall. Her thoughts were on Tara and the events that lead them here, she didn't care what kind of mess her hair was becoming.
"Walk me through it," Eric offered.
Her pursed lips kept her lips shut tightly, but she found them opening to tell him the story anyway.
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The missing hour and forty five minutes
Tara rolled her eyes creating as much distance away from the blond vampire as she could when her cocky comment was accessorized with an equally cocky grin.
"What are you doing?" Lafayette watched his cousin walk to the other side of the bar making herself a drink. He shifted on his stool twisting to her fully.
"What the fuck does it look like?"
She poured a healthy amount of white liquor in her shot glass. She didn't even check what the name.
"I hope you know you paying for that," Lafayette glared from his phone.
"What no family discount?" she returned as she swallowed.
"Nope," he answered unapologetically, "and no I'm fucking the owner discount either," he murmured offhandedly.
"Bitch," she frowned slamming the glass down.
He sat his phone down more delicately than Tara's glass. Threading his fingers together they rested on the countertop expecting her to protest. "Don't bitch me," he stated.
"I know the smell of sex when I walk into a room, and no amount of blood, death, or gun fire could fuck up this well trained nose," he pointed to said nose.
Tara's eyes trailed to the office where Pam disappeared. Chewing the inside of her lip she rolled her eyes silently admitting that something had transpired.
"I fucking knew it!" he said more excited than he meant. "What happened to you'd fuck a room full or racist rednecks before you let a vampire suck you're toe?"
"I don't do feet," Pam said from behind.
Lafayette cringed not bothering to turn. He could smell her overly expensive perfume; he knew she was inches from him.
Tara didn't flinch. She stared directly at the overconfident blond. "You're not doing a lot of things," she stated firmly.
Pam allowed a chuckled that sounded decidedly devious to fill the empty establishment.
Tara received a text. The number wasn't saved in her phone, but she knew who it belonged to. She didn't like the prospect of visiting Harold, but she shared the idea with Lafayette and Pam. Lafayette, who never had a propensity for dangerous situations, voted a resounding hell no. Pam on the other hand was curious about who wanted the late Godric's journal. It might be useful to find out and maybe she might even get to have a little fun in the process. She voted yes.
The dark skinned man shook his head murmuring why he even bothered to put in his two cents when obviously they had made up their mind to do something considerably stupid and dangerous. He would drive, again.
"Why don't you go be a dear and send out a collective message to our VIP clients the club won't be open this evening," she suggested. He stood up understanding the veiled order.
They were alone and Pam made the most of it speeding to Tara until she was rushed into the back room/inventory office.
"Fuck you vamp," she stated.
"Oh no," Pam purred with Tara's back against boxes of true blood. "It's my turn."
She kissed Tara hard. At first she tried to struggle, but Pam's lips were very persuasive. Soft kisses trailed down her neck surprising the immortal with her tenderness. She didn't realize it had been a ploy that convincingly worked. Within seconds her pants were hanging off on leg, her free leg hung over Pam's shoulder and her mouth was connected to Tara's thighs licking and nipping, but never pushing hard enough to puncture skin.
Pam was a very attentive lover. And for all her protests Tara was nothing if not extremely turned on. She was too horny to fight back and an expert tongue made her fight that much more of a struggle. Pam prided herself on being very thorough, however, they had someone to interrogate and hopefully torture. She claimed Tara as many times as their limited time would allow, and she came harder than the next until she was only being held up by the pleased vampire responsible for her body's uselessness.
"Hmmm," she moaned biting Tara's ear.
"Enjoy this shit while it lasts cause it's the last fucking time."
Pam smirked knowingly, but Tara missed it because she hadn't managed to get her eyes open. "I can live with it if you can."
Tara's hooded eyes lingered on the vampire's lips entertaining leaning in and claiming them one last time. She saw no harm in saying goodbye so intimately.
"Are you bitches done yet?"
"As done as we're going to be," Pam shot back evilly pleased to see Tara glare at her response.
She shrugged pulling away experimentally since Tara had been holding onto the whole time. She wasn't sure if the immortal could stand on her own. Grateful Pam had been delicate moving away Tara tested her strength and fortunately she could hold her weight. Dressing herself she found her lips claimed by Pam when she was done. Before she could respond to the kiss or ask where that came from the blond was gone.
The ride was for the most part silent. She sat in the back, but it didn't stop Lafayette from giving her 'you fucking a vampire' look. Pam stayed quiet, but her silence ended as soon as she saw their destination ahead.
"You've got to be kidding me," she glared at the neon lights.
The Chesty Treasure was a small establishment where vampire/humans hung out where the species intermingled for pleasure and mostly pain.
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Pam briefly mentioned their capture and rescue and Tara's change in demeanor when the amulet had been crushed.
"What does it mean?" she asked Eric who stayed silent during her tale.
"Dr. Doug says it's the amulet was a bind spell to keep her human form…What if the spell extended toward her inhibitions. She wanted you—she still wants you maybe that amulet gave her control over her instinctual urges."
Pam mused over what her maker said. "And this?" she held up the hand with the ring.
Eric smirked, "it's plain, but it isn't ugly."
"I don't want it on my finger."
"You two are stuck together until she wakes up and gives us answers. You already make the call?" Pam called her contact. The fairy would be there within the hour.
She nodded her head focusing on Tara. He followed her gaze. He sat with her for a few more minutes then he left and Lafayette took his place offering his arm for her to eat. At first she refused, but her dark skinned partner wouldn't be denied.
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After she fed from Lafayette she let him rest. Pam spent the rest of the day at Tara's side on a stood where her arm rested on her raised knees. Her fingers moved one after the other until her gaze landed on the innocuous ring Tara placed on her hand.
Why did she put it on her hand last night? Then the thought struck her. She didn't put it on her hand. The ring was meant for Sophie. Had she known then? How had she come to feel so strongly about this immortal in a few days time?
"What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I thought the same thing when I saw that ring on her finger," Sookie stated from behind her.
Pam rolled her eyes. She didn't have to move to meet her gaze since the blond did all the work for her and came around to the other side of Tara's prone form. She stopped herself from halting the slender hand caressing the side of Tara's face. She was filled with a rush of emotion she could only describe as territorial. Sookie, sensed her unease, and let a nail linger until it trailed lower running down her neck.
"Any lower and I might leave you a nub."
Sookie giggled. "So possessive," she teased, "if anyone has a right it's me," her teasing turned serious.
"I'm the one wearing the ring."
Sookie glared.
"Where's your husband he let you off your leash?"
The blond half fairy smiled. "You don't understand what me and Bill have."
"You're wrong. I don't care what you and Bill have. You're here for one thing so do it," she seethed her fangs popping out from extreme irritation.
The girl wasn't done taunting. Pam made it so easy. How was she to know she was teetering on a very dangerous line with Pam and her unpredictable emotions, made worse with her own confusion?
"I've seen Tara, Thornton, whatever she's going by now in her true form. She's intimidating. The power," her eyes widened from the memory.
Pam didn't care.
"Fix her."
"She can't be fixed. She'll always be an animal underneath."
Pam was tired now. Sookie hit the last possible nerve and for that she was dangling in the air with one hand around her neck. She sniffed the girl's neck. Sookie didn't even move. Lowering her she held her arm out and pricked her hand with a nail. She whimpered from the pain. Pam enjoyed it and showed as much with a pleased smile.
A stainless steel tray filled an inch with Sookie's blood. When she was done with her Pam dropped her. She lost her footing and felt to the ground pressing the new wound. "A little help," she said from the floor gesturing toward the broken skin on her wrist.
"Bleed to death," Pam responded flippantly.
She stored the blood and went in the second room to find the doctor who disappeared in the back with Eric. She would need more rest, but she would when she knew Tara was awake and very much alive. Her skin was still pale, hopefully it wouldn't stay that way for long.
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The sounds were louder. The smells were stronger. Her emotions were wilder and her fists clenched trying to find her center with all her sense taking her over. Staying alive, no, keeping Pam alive had been her first. Why did she care so much? Why had she reacted so strongly when she saw the ring on her hand?
"She waking up," the observation had been a whisper, but to Tara they might as well have screamed it in her ear.
"Fuck," she groaned slowly clenching her eyes shut from the light shining down on her. She held her and in her face as she turned over. She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she withdrew quickly. She could barely see and when she did open her eyes everyone was a blur.
She could smell Pam. And then an even more distinct smell that surprised her.
"Sookie," she stated holding her head. She missed the triumphant smile on the blond's lips and the scowl darkening Pam's face. The half fairy knelt in front of Tara rubbing her face with the back of her knuckles.
Pam stepped forward and Bill's fangs came out as well. Pam would have proceeded if Eric's hand hadn't steadied her.
"Hey," Sookie whispered softly barely saying the words as if she knew Tara would hurt if she said it any louder.
"What happened?" she croaked. Her vision becoming clearer, the first face she saw belonged to Sookie, but she sought out the other blond.
"You lost a lot of blood," she stated truthfully then added proudly, "but I brought you back."
Fucking Sookie, Pam growled.
"Sookie," Bill looked at her pointedly.
"What I did I'm the one with the fairy blood," she responded haughtily.
"I know dear. I'm sure her mate would like to see that she's fine for herself," he offered diplomatically. But, it didn't matter how gently he approached it. The word mate didn't sit well with the fairy. She glared at the blond wearing Tara's ring. She didn't even know what it meant.
Pam took Sookie's placing giving the smaller woman little choice when she practically shoved the girl aside. Sookie would have challenged her if Bill hadn't claimed her arm and pulled her to him. Huffing petulantly she glared at Pam who stared down at the woman.
"Hi," Tara lifted up to her, "you're safe."
Pam kissed her to illustrate how every limb on her body was safe and untouched thanks to Tara. She didn't realize that Tara would respond to the kisses so eagerly after being on a slab for hours. Dark hands claimed the thin waist and pale hands held Tara's face and the other braced herself on the slab so she wouldn't fall over completely.
Sucking in her lower lip she lifted up until she was sitting upright, but by that time Pam had come to her senses. They had an audience. Suddenly Eric's theory about inhibitions seemed plausible.
"Get a fucking room," she heard someone grumble.
"Can we?" she pulled away asking. Pushing Pam's hair behind her ear playing with the strands that felt impossibly soft in the palm of her hands she smiled into the kiss.
Pam shook her head taking a calming step back. She knew Tara could have kept her there by force, but the dark immortal didn't.
"Just amazing," Dr. Doug came forward holding his glasses low then up again as she took the half naked woman in. "Full recovery," he smiled at Tara, "you're blood does wonders."
"I try," Sookie added.
"Who the hell are you?" Tara asked uneasily as the doctor continued to scrutinize.
The doctor blushed when he realized she had addressed him. "A lowly admirer."
"Who the fuck is this?" she directed the question toward Pam.
"Dr. Doolittle," she deadpanned. "And the resident bearer of bad news."
"Bad news," she pinched the bridge of her nose slowly, but surely her eyes were adjusting to the light. The detail of her surrounding was becoming clearer to distinguish. "What bad news?"
Sookie jumped in, "the amulet is broken."
Tara turned to her left acknowledging the blond with a confused frown before the last few hours came back with a vengeance. She flexed her hands and then pushed off the table testing her ability to stand. "Harold?"
"You killed him," Pam answered though from the pained look on her face Pam assumed Tara had already figured that out for herself.
"Shit," she breathed.
Sookie tried to comfort her, but Bill wasn't letting her go. Pam wouldn't only allow so many times for the blond to overstep her boundaries where Tara was concerned. She crossed her arms giving her hands something to do anything that didn't involve ripping the blonds head off.
"What was the purpose of that nifty little trinket?" Pam queried.
"It kept me human….ish," Tara offered.
"Meaning?" Lafayette wanted clarification. He and his cousin had lost touch. They were basically living separate lives and he was eager to catch up.
Tara held her temples. "Think," she croaked then cleared her voice, "think of the amulet as Pandora's box."
"So Dr. Doolittle was right. You going to get all beastly and stinky?" Lafayette pressed.
She snorted darkly, "That's one way of putting it."
"Godric's Journal, who wants it?"
Tara looked at Eric for the first time. She leaned her head back to take the Viking in at his full height. "My former employer who I'm going to find and give a piece of my mind."
"He won't be hard to find," Bill chimed in.
All eyes turned to the quiet vampire.
"He's coming in tonight."
"He's the least of my worries. What about finding you something so you won't turn into….you know."
Tara frowned. Pam was right,"I need a witch."
"I don't do witches."
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Hope this answers questions and creates more questions….enjoy